Briannon rushed to the doors with wide smile and open arms, but there was only confused Jack the Butcher, delivering some sausages she ordered days ago. Awkwardly she took them and sighed, paying the man.... She closed doors after him and leaned her back on them, tired, tired of waiting game. Birchald is not returning, she thought i deep desperation. She chose him, she gave him all, her time, her smiles, her bed. And he gave her hope he is the one she will see by her side in old days..
She isolated herself from others spending time in his rented place, until house owner came to say it expires in few days, wondering will they rent it again. That was sign for her, clear as sky, that he is not returning. Did..he foolishly try to leave her cause of Tindam, thinking she is with him cause of loyalty? Thinking that he is doing the right thing?
- That fool! - she screams in darkness of their rented place.
In few days she left the place and returned to her usual camping spot in front of the hunting lodge, where hunters knew to gather. She sold lute and flute, bartered some of the clothes she bought for performing, returning to old herself.
She never felt this way, destroyed to the essence of her being, unable to raise her head and look. Unable to speak she just choose to buy hard swills, spirits and drink herself to death. While drinking she would pick strings of harp, playing such sad melodies that many would just sit and talk with her about their loss, their sad stories, uninvited to do so. There was no end to misery
